The real me...
Is proud.
Is vocal.
Is hilarious.
The real me...
Loves people.
Loves love.
Loves me.
The real me...
Is terrified.
So you only see
What I let you see
And I shrink away
From the self that I love
Because I'm terrified
Of being hurt
And destroyed
Sometimes I think
Better alone and distant
Than open and abused
I'm really not like this.
The real me...
Is worth the wait.
Just please knock nicely.
And I'll open the door.
I promise.
